I don't have a name to give you
and I will never know yours .
I am the eye that draws the shade
of the afterlife .
The cross that appears on a forehead
bears the sign of the redeemer.
When I enter a house ,
I don't see any pictures
on the bare wall ,
just angles and dark corners,
a cold teddy on the bed
hides a danger ...
I don't know what pleasure is .
Everything mathematics .
A child ?
Silhouette gloved in a hand grenade .
A woman ?
An alarm goes off in my head .
An old man ?
Definitely a disguise .
I'm not here to judge ,
but to follow the procedure.
Neither hate nor love .
I do what I was taught to do .
No one disturbs my night
and my sleep is dreamless .
Those who dream die faster .
Don't think I'm afraid .
Fear is for those who doubt .
I clean the chessboard
of its fools and horsemen .
But I don't play .
I am just a function
that does not ask question
that have no answer
and do the job properly...
Don't think I'm ignorant !
I'm familiar with the works
of the great philosophers :
Jesus Christ ,Adolf Hitler
and Mike tyson !
I like sunsets
when death awakens
and the bright dawns
where life falls asleep .
Through my aimer
I watch the poet pass by
perched on a pink cloud .
You're only a ink maker ,
And I don't like amateur killer...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Well written poem
The poem has haunting tone that explores death, worrier , war and loss of innocence.
Cold teddy.. nice imagery
I am a serial killer that collects abandoned teddy bears !
This is poetry of alienation, written by a sniper at the dusk of modernity.
No love, no hatred — only an algorithm.
Is god an algorithm with an infinite or non -finite form ?
Those who dream die faster .
Don't think I'm afraid .
Fear is for those who doubt .
Great lines that sink deep into the mind. This poem is full of them and the last line
You're only a ink maker ,
And I don't like amateur killer...
is most powerful. A fave
A full life is one without regret and remorse. Thanks for fave !
My pleasure
Excellent write
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You're welcome
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